He was seriously injured. Without hundreds of years of practice, it would be impossible for him to transform into a human being.
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility.
Could it be...
While he was thinking, he suddenly heard slight footsteps outside the door.
The door of the room was gently pushed open and a golden light shone in. Xue Mo was startled. When illuminated by the golden light, he immediately transformed into a snake body. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Xue Mo had no time to be surprised and hurriedly
Hiding under Xiaoxiao's pillow.
Xuanyuan Che quietly walked to the bed, leaned down, stretched out his hand, and touched her neck.
When he touched her smooth neck, Xuanyuan Che's hand trembled.
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Why is there no more that wound on her neck?
That was what he saw with his own eyes, and she stabbed herself with a hosta.
Doubts arose in his heart, so he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her neck carefully.
There are still no wounds, and the smooth neck is intact as before, just like before it was scratched.
Could it be that the man who knows magic has come?
However, if he really came, why didn't he take Weiyang away?
His gaze touched her lower abdomen, and Xuanyuan Che's eyes condensed with anger.
The woman he liked was pregnant with another man's child. Not only did he fail to get rid of this bastard, he also had to admit in front of his father and mother that this bastard was his.
Seeing the joyful expressions on his father's and mother's faces, he had to look very happy at them.
What kind of mood is this?
He should get rid of the bitch in her belly. Even if she forces him with her life, he should not be moved.
However, when he saw the hosta going deep into her neck, all he felt was panic.
I hate her, but I'm afraid of losing her.
He also hated himself for why he was so soft-hearted towards her again and again.
Why does Xuanyuan Che still miss a woman who doesn't care about him?
His fingers crossed her face, and her heart was riddled with love and hate.